The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1887-03-02

alone. must say, Mllicent, You show
but questionable taste when you drag
your little friends name into such an
affair. could tell You something more
to the purpose, hut mum, mum, mum is
the worln
"Oh. auntie. you have heard some
thing cries Millicent, bouncing down
upon her. "You have had news, and,
naughty woman that you are, you have
hidden IL from me. Come, out with IL!
Your blood will be upon your own head
II you delay for another moment"
But assure You, my dearest girl'--
''Your dearest girl is Disguised with
your duplicity. Come, speak, | say.
One, two--threc will be your death sig
nal. Grant, do you take no interest in
the proceedings Are you not longing to
hear Of the capture Of the capturer of my
sapphircsf"
She is knocking beside Mrs. Brand,
having thrown her arms coaxiDgly
around her, 80 cannot see Grants face,
but she can hear his laugh.
"Yes; let us know what kind of fel-
low he is, he says.
NONSENSE OF course it has not come
~ that yet, but there Is "a clew--a strong
clew! And oddly enough, the detective
very one who had hand in abstracting
your mothers diamonds'--she is speak
ing now TO Boyle; "that struck me as
being very remarkable"
Looks as II il was some one connected
with the family. You win bear me out
that have all along directed attention
TO the servants" says Grant,. at is q
thousand pitics this clever detective Of
yours was not called in mt the Valworth
affair. | blame myself very much for
recommending Simpson, who really did
nothing, SO far as can hear"
They are attaching good deal of i'm
portance To the handkerchief DIR. Thesby
took into his possession. They have
discovered somcthting about that"
"Indeed. 1t was common handker-
chief, l think you told me-"
"Quite coarse"
"Well, you could hardly expect burg
lar To have IA cambria one"
Grant seems amused.
My burglar was not a common man.
whatever your mothers may have been. :
interposcs Millicent. His voice cannot
describe, because il WIS distinctly feigned
but something in his whole air forbade
the thought that he was of the lower
classes. | cannot explain; must only
ask You TO try to understand and follow
me-"
The miscreant" calculates Mrs. Brand
Indignantly.
''ln spite Of all really confess TO a feel
ing of sentimental regard for him." says
Millicent, gayly. He might have muir
dered me, but he rcfIaned; and he was 80
far removed from any suspicion of mean
ness that he actually forced a gift upon
me ere he left. Consider that, auntie,
and be more lenient in your abuse"
Il dare say you will persuade yourself
by degrees that he fell in love with
you." says Mrs. Brand, who is little
offended at any testing on so solemn a
subject.
'And why not, tl!eni Am / not of a
presence sufficiently noble to enthrall
this modern Turpint" Miss Grey de-
mauds this saucily of her aunt. ''Look
out for your laarels, Grant; there is a
rival in the field" ..
IL know it, if you allude to Massar-
eene," replies he in a whisper, too low
for Mrs Brand 10 hear.
Miss Grey cOlors wildly.
You mistake" she says, coldly. 81
was alluding 10 the burglar"
"Ahl OF him | could never feel jeal-
GUS" returns he, easily. "Of that you
may be positively certain"
lie is still regarding her with CLEAN
of sarcastic amusement in his eyes, that
puzzles her and battles her 10 read, when
the door is thrown open and Mr.. Massar-
Gene is announced.